My Romance

I won't kiss your hand, Madame
Crazy for you though I am
I'll never woo you on bended knee
No, Madame, not me
We don't need that flowery fuss
No sir, Madame, not for us
My romance doesn't have to have a moon in the sky
My romance doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by
No month of May, no twinkling stars
No hideaway, no soft guitars
My romance doesn't need a castle rising in Spain
Nor a dance to a constantly surprising refrain
Wide awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true
My romance doesn't need a thing but you